Debbie Learns True Submission

Debbie could hardly believe what had just happened during rehearsal and how her world had changed so dramatically in just a few days. She had done unimaginable things and wondered if their mantra for the cruise could really hold true. "What happens on the cruise ship, stays on the cruise ship."

She had fallen so far, so fast she doubted she could ever go back. It was as if she had been watching her own life from outside her body. But the vibrating toy insider her reminded her it was real. She had really pledged her obedience to her domme Susan as one of her 'cunt whores'. The thought was inconceivable only days earlier.

But something took hold of her on the cruise and the more degrading the treatment the more aroused she would become. She had never felt pleasure so intensely as she had experienced with Susan and her harem.

After the rehearsal, her sister-cunt-whore, Rose, led Debbie to her cabin to 'tend to her' until the show that evening. Debbie followed, recalling her first meeting with Rose. Her beautiful amber hair, and matching muff were heart stopping.

Debbie agreed with her domme, Amber was the only member of her sisterhood of cunt-whores, who's muff was too pretty to shave. Her fiery bush was so stunning that Debbie thought she tasted a hint of orange and berry when she ate her sweet pussy.

She followed her mindlessly, hopeful and eager to taste her pussy again, to see if that taste was real. It did not help her mindlessness, that the toy egg her madam had inserted into her cunt continued its relentless vibration, keeping her in a constant and hypersensitive state of arousal. Stoked by the relative certainty that Rose was panty-less under her skirt and her tongue could solve the mystery in a matter of seconds, Debbie was on the edge of a lust-induced climax. Unfortunately coming was forbidden by her domme, and would result in punishment. Luckily, Rose's voice broke her train of thought and pulled her back from the edge.

"Did what I think happened, actually happen during rehearsal, Debbie?" asked Rose, in awe.

"Yes, Mistress Rose," Debbie replied, with a tinge of pride in her voice.

Debbie had allowed herself to come on stage, in front of everyone, without the others knowing. Her Mistress, Susan, had control of the vibrating egg that had been inside her all morning. And after being edged mercilessly, she finally let her come on stage.

"I thought so. You were incredibly good up there. It was obvious how much you wanted her. I guess your secret's out?" she asked.

"No, it's not. Madam Susan told everyone I was a 'pussy tease,' that took advantage of her and her lesbian friends for fun, with no intent to do anything with them."

"Oh, excellent. Well, if any crew members ask, I am giving you a VIP tour and part of it is showing you a crew member's quarters."

"Thank you Mad-- I mean, Mistress Rose."

"Just between you and me, I like the sound of Madam Rose. When we're together, that will be our little secret."

Rose's act of defiance, towards their domme, added another tinge of lustful excitement. If Madam Susan found out Rose was taking her title, there would surely be punishment.

"Thank you, Madam Rose. We should hurry, the egg won't stop and I can't help but think you are not wearing panties and the thought of tasting you again, makes me want to come."

"Thanks for your honesty. The elevator is just around the corner. I am going to require your tongue, and no, I'm not wearing panties," she said, in her authoritative voice.

"Oh God," whimpered Debbie. "Thank you, Madam Rose."

As they rounded the corner, Rose continued basking in her superior position. Rose crossed the line between submissive and domme. She enjoyed the role play of submissive cunt-whore once a year on the LBGTQ cruise, but very much liked playing the domme role. As she moved up the ranks in Susan's harem, she relished these opportunities when she was in the superior position.

Rose pushed the button for the elevator and as a passenger walked by, she made small talk. "It's a pleasure to get to watch the show tonight, Miss Richards. I look forward to your performance later."

The passengers walked by, and they waited for the elevator.

"I hoped for your tongue in my cunt as we rode the elevator," she whispered seductively, causing a whimper from Debbie. "But it sounds like I'll have to spank your greedy little pussy again. You know you're not allowed to come"

The doors opened, and there was a group of four on board.

"Good afternoon, mind if we squeeze in?" asked Rose, perkily.

They smiled and made room. The group got off at their floor and when the elevator continued, Rose backed Debbie into the corner. "Raise your skirt and spread 'em slut!" She kissed Debbie hard, pushing her to the edge again.

Debbie yanked the tight skirt up and wiggled it inside out, it was the only way to raise the tight denim high enough. Part of her was terrified-- if the elevator stopped, she wouldn't have time to get them back down before the doors opened. She groaned into Rose's mouth as they kissed.

Rose broke the kiss and slapped her three times on the pussy. "Are you in control now?"

"No, Madam Rose, please!"

She slapped her three times harder, and the sting took over. "Now?"

"Yes, thank you, Madam..."

The elevator stopped and Rose pivoted around with her back to the elevator wall, as Debbie frantically shoved her skirt down-- just in time for a gay couple to step in. They rode in silence to Rose's floor and exited. There were other crew members nearby.

"Right this way to the next stop, Miss Debbie," said Rose, gesturing with her hand.

"Thank you Mad-- ah, Miss Rose," replied Debbie, her pussy stinging and buzzing at the same time.

When they entered Rose's room, she backed Debbie against the wall, pressed their tits together and kissed her hard again. When she broke the kiss, her hands moved to the buttons on Debbie's blouse.

"Lose the skirt, please," she commanded, and kissed Debbie again.

As commanded, she moved to the zipper of the tight skirt, worked it free, and dropped it to the floor, where she kicked it off. At the same time, Rose untied the knot in her shirt and let it drop off her shoulders onto the floor.

The toy buzzed inside her as she stood naked, except for her cowgirl boots, while Rose kissed her with a probing tongue. She gripped Debbie's breasts with both hands, kneading them as her tongue explored Debbie's mouth with growing fury.

Debbie whined as Rose's right hand slipped down her belly to her newly shaved pussy. Her fingers slid down her labia, saddling the red ring tail of the egg.

"So warm and wet; is all this for me, Miss Debbie?" asked Rose, between kisses.

"Yes, please, Madam Rose?"

"Please what?" panted Rose.

Debbie wanted to beg to cum but thought better of it. "Please, can I eat your pussy and taste your cum."

"That's very unselfish Debbie, I think you're learning," she said, as she plunged her tongue back into Debbie's mouth and began to rub her clit with two fingers.

Debbie sucked her tongue and groaned loudly and deeply into her tender's mouth. Rose pulled back from the kiss, but continued to rub her clit, and Debbie's groans echoed through the cabin.

"Please, I can't take that, Madam Rose!" pleaded Debbie, on the verge of losing control.

The fingers stopped; Rose gripped the ring and yanked out the egg with a plop, and a sudden feeling of emptiness. Rose took it to Debbie's mouth and she accepted it. "Good girl. Keep it warm for a moment and kneel."

Debbie complied as Rose stepped closer, standing with her legs spread and her pelvis in Debbie's face.

"Can I pease toush you, Matham Rhose?" begged Debbie, with the egg in her mouth.

"Yes," she replied, looking at her impatiently, as if to say 'what's taking so long?'

Debbie dropped to her knees and slid her hands up under her skirt, caressing her ass and confirming there were no panties. She whimpered at the feel of Rose's silky-smooth ass, Debbie's fingers trembling slightly. She wanted to remove the skirt, but when she went for the zipper, Rose stopped her and placed her hands back on her ass.

Rose petted her head and smiled softly, as Debbie stroked her ass under the skirt. "Such a good little whore. So eager to please."

Debbie nodded and continued to stroke her, as she waited for instructions.

Rose raised the front of her skirt with her blazer still on. "Kiss my pussy, please," she said calmly.

Debbie planted soft kisses on her labia, admiring her beautiful red muff and enjoying its soft tickle on her nose. She kept her lips pressed against Rose for several seconds, letting the egg vibrate her pussy through her lips. With each breath, Debbie reaffirmed her addiction to the scent of pussy. She inhaled slowly and deeply, feeling a wave of tingling heat flow from her nostrils through her body and settling in her steaming cunt.

"Pease, let me, aste you, Matham Roesh," she pleaded, with the egg in her mouth, wishing it was back inside her pussy.

"I insist, Debbie, I want that tongue. But first, I want you to put the egg inside me, without using your hands." Rose hiked her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread.

Debbie would never have thought of that, but the challenge was accepted. She hoped it would enhance her oral reputation, with the sisterhood. The red rubber ring, hung out of her mouth and she positioned it so she could lick Rose, without losing the egg. As Debbie crawled between her open legs, she was pleased to discover that Rose was already quite wet, and even more pleased with the intensity of her taste.

She savored the flavor, again tasting a fruity sweetness that was likely a psychological effect of her orange-cherry muff. Either way, she would savor the taste and be thankful to the amber-haired beauty for allowing her the privilege.

"Oh, yes use that tongue, Debbie," she sighed, touching her head for encouragement.

Each moan and whimper was encouragement, and Debbie felt an endless appetite for the sounds, scents, and flavors associated with pleasing other women. Holding the egg in her mouth made her tongue a vibrating, pliable sex-toy with remarkable abilities, and she explored Rose's folds, sensing her reactions to various tactics with her enhanced tool.

"Hurn it on high. Pease, Matham Roesh."

Rose smiled and adjusted the speed with her phone. As it kicked up a level, Debbie held out her hand and Rose gave her the phone. As Debbie experimented with her vibrating tongue, she felt Rose's excitement build and when she sensed a peak, she pressed her tongue against her clit, holding it stiff to see if that was enough.

Rose fell back to her elbows and brought her heels to the edge of the bed, looking down her body into Debbie's ravenous eyes. Her mouth hung open wide, and eyes seemed even wider, as she moaned and quivered.

She purred a long and deep groan, "Oh... fuck... Debbie!"

Her head rolled back and her heels pressed into the bed, thrusting her pelvis against Debbie's face. Her tummy convulsed as Debbie wiggled her head slowly, keeping her tongue vibrating her clit. Debbie never felt more powerful than when delivering body-quaking pleasure to her superiors, knowing she had found her calling.

Rose's thighs trembled uncontrollably, as her cries of bliss echoed through the cabin, until she collapsed and went limp. Suddenly, an idea popped into Debbie's head, and she used her tongue to rotate the egg and took the tail end in her mouth. Next, she held the egg between her lips and slowly slid it up and down Rose's slit, toying with her clit.

"Oh my God, you're relentless," gasped Rose.

Encouraged, Debbie continued to assess her reaction to varying the location of the egg against her tender folds. After a few moments, Debbie pressed the egg tip between her labia and pushed it in with her tongue.

With it still on high, Rose began to gyrate, and moaned, "Oh God, that feels... Ah!"

She rolled over onto hands and knees and crawled up onto the bed and hiked her skirt up onto her back, exposing her ass and pulsating pussy.

"Bring me that tongue, cunt whore!" whimpered Rose. "Hurry!"

Rose spread her knees and Debbie leapt onto the bed. She immediately licked from clit to asshole, feeling the force of the egg's vibration as she licked.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" panted Rose. "Please don't stop!"

Debbie had no intention of stopping. She had discovered that her face buried in a lady's intimate parts was where she was meant to be.

"Show me where... AH! God! A nasty whore puts that tongue," Rose blurted, as the egg pushed her toward orgasm again.

Rose had watched what Debbie did to Lisa and wanted to feel that herself, and Debbie was happy to comply.

Debbie pressed her flattened tongue against her stretched asshole and wiggled her head wildly, while she rubbed Rose's clit with her thumb.

"Fu--u--u--u--u--ck!" screamed Rose.

She felt the egg's vibration through her tongue as she wiggled the tip into her sister-whore's asshole. Part of her felt the orgasm with her and there was a sense of indescribable satisfaction from making her paramour lose control. She continued her relentless penetration with her tongue, while her thumb rubbed her clit rapidly.

Rose sang out, overwhelmed by what felt like three people pleasuring her, as every hole and pleasure point were touched at the same time. No one had ever so thoroughly and enthusiastically taken control of her body this way. Her arms gave way and her head hit the pillow with her palms out flat for stability, while the climax caused her body to vibrate in raging waves.

Debbie was in a frenzy of her own with her face buried in her silken mounds, while Rose's body shuddered. Debbie whimpered in sympathetic bliss as she watched erratic quakes rolling up and down Rose's spine. Her high-pitched screams would surely be heard in the neighboring cabins if any crew members were in there.

Debbie wanted everyone to know how much pleasure she was bringing the gorgeous redhead, and how nasty she was willing to be to please her. Warm, creamy cum was coating her thumb as Rose's screams of ecstasy continued, her thighs trembling and upper body vibrating uncontrollably. Her screams were so intense, Debbie thought she could be hurting her, but Rose was pressing herself harder against Debbie as the climax consumed her.

Finally, she collapsed forward, and Debbie followed, keeping her thumb rolling her clit and burying her face in her warm buns.

Rose reached back and pulled Debbie by the ponytail up onto her, as she rolled onto her back. She was gasping for air, but took a deep breath and kissed Debbie, with her plunging tongue. Then she broke the kiss and looked into Debbie's eyes.

"Oh, God..." She panted, "No one ever..."

She kissed her again with gratitude, "Turn it off please, I am so done."

Debbie turned off the egg, wondering how soon it would be back inside her, as Rose rolled her off and snuggled her. Debbie wondered how awkward it must have looked, with her totally naked, snuggled up to Rose in her skirt and blazer, albeit a bit askew.

"When I saw what you did to Susan, I just had to know." She gripped Debbie's chin and kissed her again.

Debbie had been overwhelmed by the excitement and constant edging, and when the sense of calm overtook her, she finally relaxed and dozed off.

She awoke later, in a daze, to the sound of Rose rousing her.

"Wake up, slut! We need to get you ready. You had better do what you need to do before we put your toy in."

Debbie did feel the urge to pee and needed to clean herself, as her juices had dried, leaving her lady parts feeling crusty. She reached for her clothes and Rose chimed in.

"No need for those. Stephanie's going to outfit you for the show first, I need to report to the auditorium for show prep. I'm afraid you made me late. We have decided you're ready for an upgrade," she said, pointing at her toy on the nightstand. "Come give me a kiss, even though I know where that tongue has been."

Debbie tried to shake off the cobwebs, from a very deep sleep. She had no clue what time it was, but with Stephanie there, she felt confident she wasn't too late. Stephanie wore a denim skirt and black western-style button-down-- a respectable-looking wife and mother again.

It was hard to imagine she was the same woman Debbie had seen, naked, masturbating and begging like a whore to suck Susan's pussy. But she also would never have imagined herself naked on hands and knees, tongue-fucking a woman's asshole either, and she had done it twice that day. Not only that but the nasty cruise ship version of Debbie wanted nothing more than to do the same to the respectable wife and mother, now tending her.

She stood, naked, before the beautiful redhead, whom she'd only met a few hours ago, and had since brought to orgasm three times. Her lips felt so soft as they kissed, she felt like a schoolgirl, wondering how she had been oblivious to the most tender, sexy feeling she had ever felt. She pondered if she would ever be attracted to a man again. The past twenty-four hours had changed everything.

Rose kissed her, tilted her head to the side and thrust her tongue in Debbie's mouth as her hands gripped Debbie's naked ass and spreading her cheeks.

"Thanks for the best orgasms of my life." Rose smiled, and gave one last kiss before slapping her ass. "Gotta go!"

As she turned, she looked at Stephanie. "You've just got to get the Lisa treatment. Dee knows nasty."

Debbie blushed and Stephanie looked at her, eyes roving over her naked body. She was obviously thinking about it.

"Hurry, Debbie, we need to get you fitted up; make sure you purge, it's gonna be in for a while."

Debbie took care of business, washed herself and helped herself to Rose's deodorant, mouthwash, and perfume. As twisted as it all was, her pussy was wet again thinking about it. The feeling intensified tenfold when she stepped out to see Stephanie on the edge of the bed, skirt pulled up and legs spread. Her shaved pussy was front and center, lips still engorged after coming a dozen times in twenty-four hours.

"You felt so good, Debbie. I need to see if it was real," she said, as she leaned back onto her elbows with a smile. "I think we have just enough time."

Debbie looked at the dark-haired musician, thinking she looked like a grunge rocker, rather than a violinist for a country singer, but her pretty, dark eyes and fit, petite body drew her like a magnet. She stepped towards her, dropping to her hands and knees as she got halfway.

Debbie was driven by the sense of pride she'd felt from the praises her sisters had given her oral skills. She welcomed her newly discovered need to submit to their pleasures. Seeing the look in Stephanie's eyes as she knelt and crawled slowly toward her, excited Debbie more than she had ever imagined.

She knew it was wrong, but her whole body tingled with excitement, each time she subjugated herself. She rocked her hips with each step closer, loving the anticipation in Stephanie's face. She stopped inches from her target and looked at her, lustfully.

"What would you like me to do Miss Stephanie?" she asked, with an innocent tone.

"Show me how well you eat pussy, please."

"My pleasure, Madam Stephanie."

"That's Miss Stephanie. Madam is reserved for our Domina."

Debbie recalled watching an episode of 'Rome' on the road in a hotel with her siblings. A naked female slave referred to her female master as 'Domina'. At the time, she turned away, appalled by the 'porn' on HBO. But cruise ship Debbie found the spiky-haired MILF with purple tips, using ancient Roman language, incredibly arousing.

"Right now, I serve you, Miss Stehanie," whispered Debbie, "However you choose..."

She extended her tongue and lapped at her Domina, slowly and firmly. She raised her head and swirled her tongue in her mouth. "Mmm," she sighed.

"You taste the coconut oil," whispered Stephanie. "I was raw and had to soothe my aching pussy."

Debbie licked her lips, grinned, and went back in, slowly licking Stephanie's length a few times before engulfing her pussy and letting her tongue work its magic.

"Oh, yes that's so good, Debbie," sighed Stephanie.

Debbie loved the tangy, warm softness of her fellow musician, and watched Stephanie's face while she drank in her essence, delighting in the satiny softness of her inner thighs against her cheeks. She was where she belonged, tongue buried in her mistress's intimate parts, serving her.

Every moan, every gyration, every command, fueled her need to please, without the promise of reciprocation. Only for the hope that if she did well, she may be rewarded. She kissed and sucked and swirled her tongue, contented to feel her gently rolling hips, and smell the pungent odor of feminine pleasures, while drinking in the sweet nectar of her precious pink flower in full, moistened bloom.

Stephanie's contented coos told her she was doing well, despite her partner's depleted reserves. Debbie was determined to bring Stephanie to her thirteenth climax in two days.

"Oh Debbie, you feel so good," she squeaked, and pushed Debbie's head up and down her pussy. "The things you do to me. Please don't stop."

Debbie nodded her head and hummed her commitment, savoring Stephanie as she built her slowly and gently to a heated peak. Her lips began to feel raw and her tongue fatigued, but Stephanie's growing urgency told her she was finally close, and there would be no stopping until she tasted Stephanie's cum again.

Her first taste of pussy had come from Stephanie's fingers after she'd rubbed herself off for Susan. And Stephanie was the first pussy she had ever eaten. Although nothing could top the taste of her Black Domina, her mind was imprinted with Stephanie's taste forever. The flavor intensified as she pushed her first pussy over the edge again.

"Oh God, you're so Ha!--Ah!--Fu!" screamed Stephanie, as her body spasmed in yet another climax.

Knowing that she had unwittingly brought Debbie into the orbit of Susan, who had awoken the same hidden desires in Debbie, made Stephanie feel a special bond with her. That, combined with the fact that Debbie was the best deliverer of oral gratification she had ever experienced, drove her to what could have been the strongest climax of the trip.

Debbie's remarkable ability to engulf her entire pussy and manipulate her tongue, while sucking her cunt, was like nothing she'd ever felt, and as abused as her pussy was, Debbie pushed her to unimaginable limits.

Stephanie's mouth locked open and moans bellowed out as her body spasmed. When she reached her limit of endurance, her head dropped back to the mattress and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hands gripped the bedspread on either side of her hips in a death grip, while her hips rolled side to side from the relentless assault of Debbie's enchanted tongue.

Her face scrunched in an expression of pleasure-pain. "Please!" she squeaked, and Debbie relented, letting Stephanie take a breath before lapping at her. "Please Dee, I need a minute!"

Debbie pulled back and sat on her heels, hoping she had not gone too far.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Stephanie, with a brief laugh. She panted heavily speaking on the exhale.

"Oh my God--I'll never forget that--nobody ever! --Oh God!"

Debbie sat there, prideful yet concerned, while Stephanie panted, lying flat, as if gravity was too strong for her to move. It seemed like an eternity before Stephanie bounced up and tapped the bed next to her.

"Hands and knees, show that beautiful ass. We're gonna be late!"

Debbie obeyed and positioned herself to receive her new toy. Although Rose would surely want it back. As the full ramifications of inserting the toy came to mind, she was hit with the reality of it's second probe going in her ass. Her ex-boyfriend had tried to finger her there once, but it had hurt too much to let him do it. It was at that moment, Stephanie's tongue contacted her pussy, and she licked firmly from clit to asshole several times in a row.

Debbie moaned, shoving her ass in the air, instinctively surrendering herself to her partner. "Oh Stephanie," she whimpered.

"You like this, sweetie?" she teased.

"Yes--Yes!" She trembled, as she replied.

Her thumb began to rub Debbie's clit as she licked up and down her slit, teasing her asshole with each pass of the tongue. Debbie's head pressed into the comforter as she pushed her ass toward Stephanie.

"I would love to taste you coming in my mouth," she taunted between licks.

"Please, I can't," pleaded Debbie.

"You don't think you could come like this?"

"Yes! Please don't make me come!"

"You don't like coming, Debbie?" Her taunting and licking continued.

Suddenly, her thumb pulled back, her tongue pressed into Debbie's ass while her left arm hooked around her left thigh and began to rub her clit. Then two fingers from her right hand slipped into Debbie's soaked pussy.

"Oh fuuuuck!" she groaned, as her groin was electrified with every pleasure point being serviced. "I'm gonna come!" she yelled.

Instantly, all contact stopped and a slap came down hard on her ass.

"Bad girl!" barked Stephanie. Then she tossed the toy toward Debbie's head, and it landed next to her. "Wet the cocks, like a whore," she commanded.

Debbie pushed up on all fours, then picked it up and sucked the six-inch cock first, followed by the small, three-inch ass plug.

Meanwhile, Stephanie spread her ass cheeks, and licked her repeatedly, clit to bunghole again.

"Oh damn," gasped Debbie. She groaned with each lick, trying not to let herself come.

Next, she felt two fingers return to her pussy, while Stephanie wiggled one into her ass. The initial shot of pain was soon replaced by a sense of tickling pleasure as Stephanie fingerfucked her ass slowly.

"You like this, don't you, whore?"

"Yes! I'm a horny cunt-whore!" replied Debbie. The horrible moniker was now a proud banner of her shamelessness. Again, she wanted to beg to come but knew better.

"Are you ready for your ass-toy, Debbie?"

"Yes please, put it in me! I wanna come for all of you on stage, like a cunt-hungry whore!"

The fingers pulled back, and soon the tip of the cock wiggled into her cunt until the butt plug cock touched her bunghole.

"Breathe, sweetie," whispered Stephanie, as she wiggled the mini-cock into Debbie's asshole.

Debbie pushed back, impaling herself on the cock.

"There's my good girl, push it in." Stephanie kissed her ass, then reached for the phone to turn it on.

"Huh!" yelled Debbie, as the devious toy vibrated her loins like never before. "Oh fuck, please!"

"You want high?" Stephanie tormented.

It kicked high and Debbie went silent.

"Oh, wow, your ass cheeks are vibrating!"

Debbie began to moan, "Ha--Ah--Ah--Ah. Please--can't--take it."

A hard slap hit her ass. "Don't you come, Debbie!"

"Can't--take it."

The large cock was pulsing inside her, and her whole body seemed to vibrate.

"Don't you come, Debbie!" she yelled, with another slap. She reached around and gripped Debbie's breast. "I feel it in your tits!"

"Too late!"

Debbie dropped her forehead into the mattress and the climax took her. She screamed into the comforter as her body jerked in time with the thrusting cock. The clit tickler overpowered any hope for control. Another slap had no effect.

"Oh my God, you're coming!"

Debbie managed a nod, as her muffled scream continued into the comforter.

Stephanie watched in awe, as Debbie was at the mercy of the powerful toy, paralyzed with pleasure.

"She's gonna know!" warned Stephanie, but Debbie was beyond caring.

The orgasm had her, and there was no sign of it relenting. Finally, her clit was overwhelmed and pleasure bordered on pain. "Please--stop," she squeaked, as her body went flat on the bed, toes pointed and every muscle contracted and she was stiff as a board, twitching uncontrollably.

When Stephanie hit the button to turn it off, she went limp, barely able to breathe. As she lay there, Stephanie headed to the door.

"Gotta go. Hurry, or you'll be late. We should show up separately anyway. Oh yeah..."

The toy kicked back on at low, and Debbie jerked as her clit fired again. She gyrated, trying to find a position that would give her some relief but couldn't, so she jumped up and got dressed. Moving was just enough distraction.

She made it just in time for the pre-show gathering and prayer. As they held hands, she rocked side to side, keeping the tickler shifting. Her sister Amber was on one side and sister-in-law Brittney on the other. Brittney always joined them for the pre-show moment even though she was not in the band. Debbie was suddenly afraid they could feel the vibration through her hands.

When they finished, Amber looked at her and asked if she was okay.

Debbie nodded, thinking Amber looked flushed herself. She could not put her finger on it, and as they were doing a last-minute check, a text came through from Susan.

Susan: Were you a naughty girl, Debbie?

She replied quickly.

Debbie: I'm so sorry.

Susan: We can talk later...

The toy kicked up to high and Debbie yelled, as she nearly jumped out of her boots. She was backstage with no view of Susan, but assumed she now had control. She paced rapidly back and forth, trying not to drop to her knees and come all over the floor.

"Are you that nervous," asked Amber, then looking more concerned than distressed.

"I'm fine," she barked, as she turned to pace the other way just as it turned back to low. "Break a leg everyone!" she said, trying to calm herself as the announcer began to introduce them.

As they all went on stage and proceeded to the front for the introduction, the toy kicked up, sending a jolt through Debbie, and a rageful glare in the direction of Susan, who was front and center with an arrogant grin.

Debbie stumbled, trying to control herself, and gave a second pleading look to Susan, who touched the phone with her thumb and turned it down. The aggravation continued, with Susan emboldened by Debbie's disobedience. In the lead up to the group tribute to KD Lang, Susan turned it to high seven times! Each time more intense than the last, causing Debbie to grind and sway to alter the pressure points of the toy. It took all her will to keep tempo with the bass, but she somehow managed to minimize errors.

It was the most physically exhausting show of her life, in near constant motion to prevent an incapacitating orgasm on stage for fifteen hundred people to see. Debbie noticed Amber focusing on her Latin friend, but as Debbie took her toy-induced strolls across stage, Amber slid over toward Susan and her girls.

For an instant, she feared that somehow her sister knew, but the constant torture from the toy pushed that thought aside, as her mind could not juggle any other distractions. She simply took it as good stage presence. Amber would move to the open area of the stage, whenever Debbie wandered.

She was relieved and terrified when the tribute song finally arrived. Susan was being so aggressive, but as she gazed at the oblivious crowd, cruise ship Debbie, felt an intense rush at the thought of her secret surrender in front of everyone. The idea of pulling off such an intimate, covert moment with Susan in public gave her a feeling of incredible closeness to her.

As Amber did the introduction, the toy kicked on high, then Susan smiled devilishly and put the cell phone in her pocket.

Debbie's jaws tightened and she bit down so hard, the image of her looking like a red-faced pooping baby came to mind, and that image gave her a second to breathe and think. She immediately began to sway her hips and rock her head, despite the lack of music. She avoided looking at Susan for fear the sight of her in her skintight club mini would end it all immediately.

She heard Amber mention KD Lang, raised her hand over her head and jumped up and down chanting. "KD-KD-KD," she yelled and the crowd joined in, while the singers raised a fist in rhythm holding out their microphones to the crowd.

Little did she realize she only prolonged her torture because the phone remained in Susan's pocket, while the toy roared on. She knew she would never make it and looked at Susan in desperation, with Lisa next to her, smiling. Susan just looked at her, subtly biting her lower lip as she smirked hungrily at Debbie.

As the song began, she felt the orgasm building and thrust her hips in a rhythm of her own, eyes begging Susan to turn it off, to no avail. She surrendered to a public orgasm, as she watched Lisa and Susan glowing with excitement. She was doing her best to lip-sync, as her pelvis trembled and thrust forward and back, then side to side. She hit the kill switch on her mic for fear her grunts would be broadcast throughout the auditorium.

It continued, despite her best efforts pleading for mercy from Susan. She scanned the crowd keeping the mic in front of her mouth as she grunted, focusing on swaying her hips rather than letting her body quiver uncontrollably. The cock repeatedly pulsed, thrusting and retracting back, as the tickler electrified her clit, to the point where she forgot her positioning and was not only showing her toy to Susan, but also to others around her.

As she stutter-stepped back, Susan just smiled a confident smile, knowing she had all of Debbie, and a new plan to push her limits further still. When the chorus came up, Susan mouthed the words looking into Debbie's eyes hungrily, ensuring the orgasm continued.

Debbie, dropped to her knees and spread them spread wide, trying to lessen the intensity on her clit, again without much luck. The dead microphone touched her lips as her spastic groans bellowed from within her tensed body. She gazed helplessly at Susan's beautiful full lips mouthing 'constant craving has always been...constant craving."

Her knees widened and her ass gyrated as she cried out to Susan with the foam head of the dead, mic practically shoved into her mouth. "I'm coming for you Madam Susan!"

Her orgasm continued its grip as Mike at the mixing board spoke to her earpiece, "Dee is your mic on?"

In her mind somewhere she heard him, but the convulsive waves of pleasure radiating from her clit had overridden her language-processing abilities as well as her sense of awareness. She was completely oblivious to the fact her gyrating ass and spread knees had pushed her skirt up to the point Kevin, the drummer, had a full view of her junk. Although most was covered by the base of the devilish toy, he quickly deduced what it must be.

At first glance, he thought it might be some sort of chastity device, but as he focused on it, he could see her loins pulsing and vibrating. He had seen a lot over the years performing, and although this was, by far, the topper of them all, he managed to keep rhythm on the drums, while ogling his bandmate's hoochie.

As the song's ending neared, Susan pulled the phone out and hovered her thumb over the button. After a moment of wondering if this was yet another tease at relief only to be pulled away at the last second, Susan mercifully turned it off. Debbie panted, still semi-paralyzed for a few seconds, before gathering her senses enough to stand up and point playfully at Susan and smile.

As she huddled next to everyone for a wave and a bow, she again felt the trail of cum rolling down her inner thigh. As she had done earlier, she squeezed her thighs together to capture her flowing juices between them to prevent the liquid flowing past her hemline. This time, however, the spill was much larger than earlier.

Susan mouthed, "Good girl," as her beaming smile made Debbie want to bend down and kiss her for all to see.

Amber looked at her, shocked, while Mark and Brittney grinned ear to ear with an expression of wide-eyed wonderment. Amber thanked Lyla, Chely, and their band members for joining them.

When the next song began, the toy returned to low, and Debbie turned her back to the crowd to collect herself, when she saw Kevin's expression. It was a look of shock, but she sensed an aura of disappointment as well. She quickly turned back, as it sunk in what his line of sight would have let him see.

Shame and humiliation took the edge off the effects of the toy vibrating inside her, as she finished out the show.

While they were saying goodnight to the crowd, Susan gave her the come-here finger curl. So, as they were touching hands with fans at the edge of the stage, she quickly knelt, careful not to expose herself to Kevin, again.

"We need to see you backstage, now please," commanded Susan, with an ominous partial grin.

Debbie had a moment of panic, wondering how she could make that happen. They would have their after-show group moment, and then they needed to clear out-- dressing-room space was limited on the cruise ship.

She pointed to the door to the left of the stage. "Ten minutes?" she said, in the tone of a question, praying Susan would accept that. She could not imagine making it happen sooner.

Susan reluctantly agreed.

After each show, there was a show wrap-up, where they formed a circle and congratulated one another. Debbie avoided eye contact with Kevin, but was, once again, commended by the others for embracing their cruise-ship motto.

There was a discussion about plans for the next day, and hitting the Bahama beaches, but nothing was decided and they agreed to talk in the morning. When they dispersed, she lingered behind and made her way to the stage door. She spoke to the security guard and explained she was meeting some girlfriends and wanted to give them a peek backstage.

Susan was waiting at the door with Lisa, Stephanie, and Rose. Rose said hello to Eddie, the security guard, who was much more at ease when he saw a fellow crew member. They stepped backstage and moved down the hall from the guard.

"Where can we be alone?" asked Susan, in a sultry tone.

Debbie had no clue when Rose pointed to a hallway entrance and led them to a small meeting room near the entertainment coordinator's office. They slipped inside the small room, with a large rectangular table and eight chairs.

Susan backed Debbie against the table, pressed her body into Debbie's, and gave her a deep, tongue-probing kiss, sending her into a warm, flushed, instant state of arousal, she could never fully explain. Her lips, her taste, and her confident beauty were like a drug cocktail that she could not refuse.

"You were a very naughty-but-oh-so-good girl out there tonight, Debbie."

"Thank you, Madam Susan, I only want to please you," whimpered Debbie.

The toy was once again relentless in its tingling assault on her senses. She breathed in heaving gasps, as Susan's hands slid down her back, over her ass, until they slid under the skirt and caressed Debbie's naked ass.

She kissed her again as her hands kneaded her ass, manipulating the toy, turning Debbie into a panting, trembling puppet on the edge of bliss in seconds.

"You did everything I asked of you out there tonight and then some, Debbie. I'm immensely proud of you for that."

"Thank you, Madam Susan," whimpered Debbie, as Susan stepped back and untied her top.

Her hands cupped Debbie's breasts, and she hovered her lips inches from Debbie's mouth.

"You should be rewarded for that, my precious little whore."

"Huh!" Debbie panted, as Susan's right hand slid down her belly. "Thank--Ah! --You! Madam Susan."

"I love how you showed your toy to your drummer. He was shocked by your sluttiness. Although, I think our little secret may be out. Take off your skirt, Debbie."

Her face turned red, but as her Madam's fingers touched her, she was lost in quivering bliss.

"Thank you, Madam Susan."

"But first, the matter of your blatant defiance earlier..."

"Oh please, I'm so sorry, but I'd never felt Rose's toy before, and it was so powerful and I can't stop thinking of you..."

Debbie tried to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"I think maybe you were thinking about Stephie's sweet cunt, when you came screaming like a whore!"

Susan stepped back, grabbed two chairs, and turned them around, side by side with their backs to the table.

"Knees," she commanded, pointing to the seat. "Hands," she said, pointing to the chair's backrest.

"Lisa and Rose, please help Stephie with her clothes. You also must atone for your defiance. Assume the position, here," Susan said, pointing at the other chair.

Debbie climbed into position, pleading. "Please, Madam Susan, I won't let it happen again."

"We'll see," she scoffed, as her fingers traced up and down Debbie's inner thighs. "I never tire of your chubby white ass."

Debbie, again, whimpered helplessly as Susan's fingers tickled her thighs, while her warm, soft lips kissed her ass. Soon, Stephanie was next to her, being caressed by Rose and Lisa, as their inevitable punishment and torment loomed.

"Rose, paddle please."

Rose handed Susan a black leather flat paddle.

"Thank you. Now, Stephie, I expected better of you..."

--whack! whack! whack!--

There were three rhythmic swats with the paddle, and a corresponding yelp from Stephanie.

"Did you ask permission to break my rule?"

--whack!--

"No, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan."

"What was the rule?"

--whack!--

"Debbie was not to come, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan!"

"Did you make her come?"

--whack!--

"Thank you, Madam Susan. Yes, Madam Susan, accidentally."

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

--whack!--

"Yes, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan. It won't happen again!"

"Your sisters need to learn as well," said Susan, handing the paddle to Lisa.

"Give her three please."

Lisa delivered three hard whacks, and Stephanie yelped with each impact and thanked her. Next, the paddle went to Rose who did the same.

"Your turn to deliver, Debbie. Stand please."

Debbie stood and was handed the paddle. She delivered three semi-hard whacks.

"Thank you, Miss Debbie," said Stephanie, fearing the worst.

"Three more like you mean it, Debbie," commanded Susan.

She complied nervously, hitting her harder.

"Thank you, Miss Debbie," said Stephanie.

"You're only making it worse, Debbie. Now, three more for real and end this."

Debbie unleashed three hard swats, cringing with each delivery. Stephanie sang out with each impact; her ass was really stinging.

"Thank you, Miss Debbie. Thank you, Madam Susan," said Stephanie, eyes watering from the intensity of the sting.

"You are welcome, Stephie. I'm glad you appreciate the lesson. Debbie, please take your position. Girls, do you see how red her little ass is, please make it feel better."

Rose and Lisa knelt behind her and began to kiss Stephanie's ass and caress her body. At the same time, Susan touched Debbie's naked ass, and Debbie spread her knees as wide as the chair would permit. Even knowing what would be coming, she couldn't help but roll her hips, as Susan kneaded her buns, shifting the vibrator. She remained on Susan's insane rollercoaster ride from excitement to torment and loved every moment.

Susan moved in closer to Debbie and whispered in her ear, "You were such a good girl today, Debbie. I want to reward you so much. I can tell how much you liked coming in front of everyone."

"I came so hard and so long for you," whimpered Debbie, hoping to avoid the inevitable.

"How long and hard did you come for Stephie?"

"I'm sorry! The toy is so powerful..."

"Do you deserve punishment, Debbie?"

"I do, Madam Susan. Thank you."

"You've obviously paid attention, and say the right thing, but you continue to defy me. Do you want me to punish you, Debbie?"

There was no right answer for that question, but she gave an honest answer, "Yes, thank you, Madam Susan." Punishment meant she was one step closer to her reward.

Susan stood up. "Stephie, you'll go first when I tell you. Then you can get dressed and go. You're on in ten. You may spend the night with Debbie tonight. Neither of you will come after leaving this room. Tomorrow morning, we'll discuss next steps."

Once again, the roller coaster took a huge plunge downward. She was trying to grasp what she had just heard. There would be no more coming tonight. So, if there were no reward, what was the surprise she'd talked about?

As the disappointment set in, the vibe turned on to high.

"Who decides when you come, Debbie?" Susan barked.

"Oh fuck! You do, Madam Susan! Oh God, please!"

--whack! whack! whack!--

Stephanie unleashed with three powerful stinging swats with the leather paddle.

"So why did you disobey me, Debbie? I really wanted to reward you. But you're such a greedy little whore. You need to learn obedience and control."

Debbie was delirious, as the toy had her barreling towards another climax. "I'm sorry, it's too much, I can't... Oh God!"

"Don't let her come, Stephie," commanded Susan. And she unleashed a flurry of stinging whacks, watching her ass turn tomato red.

Debbie squealed with each impact, thankful for being pulled back from her climax.

"Lisa, take over please, Stephie's going to be in trouble, she's on in five. Stephie, you can sleep with Debbie tonight, but neither of you may come. And you will edge her no less than every two hours until we meet on deck tomorrow at say, ten."

"Thank you, Madam Susan."

"Do you have control of yourself, Debbie?" asked Susan, harshly.

Debbie knew the answer was a resounding no. As the sting subsided, the toy was taking control of her. Somehow, being naked and watched, only made it worse.

"No ma'am, I can't..."

Lisa unleashed a barrage of powerful whacks, which drove back the climax again.

"Rose, my sweetie, I'm going to need that tongue quickly. Who comes first, Debbie?"

"You do, Madam Susan!" replied Debbie, hoping for sweet relief.

"Good girl," panted Susan, as she wiggled herself onto the other side of the table, hiked her skirt, revealing black lacy panties and spread her legs. Next, she pulled the crotch of the panties aside and began to rub herself.

Staring at the dark, glistening pussy lips spread and being massaged, had her quickly in danger.

"Lisa!" she squeaked, and the paddle rained down.

Lisa moved the impact point each time, watching the redness deepen and spread. "I love watching that ass vibrate."

"You got me so wet watching you sing to me, knowing you were coming like a whore for me, Debbie," said Susan, rubbing herself and gyrating.

"Please," whimpered Debbie.

Another series of whacks.

"Your face could be buried here right now if you weren't so greedy and impatient. Hurry, Rose, sweetie. I love you munching my cunt in uniform."

Rose had positioned herself on hands and knees and was then crawling between her legs. Susan propped herself up with her arms extended behind her, so she could watch Debbie's reaction as Rose took Debbie's reward.

"Can I please be your cunt-munching whore, 'til you come in my mouth?" begged Rose.

Debbie let out a loud desperate groan, inspiring another needed volley of biting shots.

"Yes, please, my good girl," panted Susan, looking erotically at Debbie.

Rose leaned in, taking her first lick. Debbie watched Susan's eyes close and her head roll back.

"Oh yes, show Dee, how a good girl savors her mistress."

Debbie grunted, turned on beyond reason, but fully aware of the implication of Susan's words. She intended on making it last. Debbie watched as Rose's head moved slowly and deliberately, licking the heavenly Black pussy that Debbie had craved from the moment she first laid eyes on it.

Debbie squeaked and bobbed her head, signaling Lisa to spank her climax back down as she recalled the taste of Susan and the feeling of giving herself over to her Black Domina.

She watched every moment, begging for the paddle to make her hold on. And as Susan's groans grew louder and more frantic, she signaled Lisa more frequently as her own juices streamed slowly down her thighs. The sting of the paddle seemed to have lessened as her nerve endings were overwhelmed.

But the sight of Susan writhing, as Rose was savoring the sweet nectar that Debbie craved so much only made her more desperately excited, and the toy was ruthless in its intensity. She could feel the tinge of rawness from the nonstop vibrating rub of the clit tickler and wiggled her hips to find a balance between pain and losing herself to a raging climax without her Madam's permission.

At last, she could feel the intensity in Susan's groans, signaling her building climax. "Now, Lisa, hurry!"

The paddle came in a flurry.

Susan lay back flat on the table, skirt cluttered at her waist, legs spread, back arched and Rose's red hair bobbing between her legs, as she screamed her bliss. Debbie could hear her pussy sloshing, as Rose lapped at her wildly, pulling herself into her cunt with a firm grip on her quivering thighs.

"Oh God, please!" begged Debbie. The toy would not relent, and her pussy pulsed too close to the edge.

Lisa unleashed on Debbie, arm tiring, as Susan spasmed in overwhelming pleasure. Debbie watched through gritted teeth, undulating her hips to fight the toy. Finally, Susan pulled Rose's head back, gasping for breath.

"Please, can I cum?" grunted Debbie.

"Yes!" gasped Susan. "Come for me, Dee."

Lisa stopped and set the paddle down, as Debbie began to tremble and howl with her mouth locked fully open. She released a long, steady, high-pitched baying groan, with a death grip on the chair back. The orgasm took her as she felt Lisa drop and kiss her stinging ass while caressing her thighs.

Any passersby would surely hear her, but there was no more holding back. Her body spasmed, as cum rolled slowly down her trembling thighs. She felt Lisa's hands grip her ass and squeeze as her tongue lapped the cum from her thigh and traced a path up and over the toy and circled her ass cheeks.

Susan had scooted closer with her spread pussy.

"Coming--for--You--Madam--Ah, ah, ah, fah," whimpered Debbie.

Saliva ran down her chin, with her mouth locked open, and her whole body was trembling.

"So--hard! Mad--am," she spoke in time, with her wildly spastic, upper-body jerks, falling into a series of rhythmic, high-pitched squeals, until her clit was completely spent, and the pleasure began turning to a burning sting. "Oh--fuck--pleee--"

Mercifully, Susan turned the toy off, leaving her a gasping, trembling heap, with Lisa lapping up her cum.

"Thank you, Madam Susan," said Debbie, exhaling hard.

"Please retrieve Rose's toy, Lisa."

"Oh God, thank you, Lisa," huffed Debbie.

Debbie held her ass out as she felt Lisa's fingers grip the toy, wiggle, and pull. It popped out with a slurp.

"Cunt whores always clean their sisters' toys when they are done, Debbie," said Susan, as she rolled off the table and pulled her club skirt back down.

Lisa reached over and pressed the ass plug into her mouth, and Debbie obediently sucked it clean, followed by the larger pussy dildo. Then, Lisa returned it to Rose.

"Thank you, Debbie. You've impressed me today. Hopefully, you can show better control after this. You are free to go, and We'll see you tomorrow. Please be on time. Ladies..."

They left the conference room and Debbie sat back on her heels. Her pussy was a puffy spent mess, and her clit ached from the relentless tickler. She touched it gingerly and in addition to being raw, it felt twice its normal size.

As she dressed, she promised herself never to ask for Rose's toy. She had never come so hard for so long, but the aftermath was brutal. As she finally got back to breathing normally, she was extremely thankful to have the night off. Her libido had been vibrated into oblivion, and at that moment, she couldn't imagine ever wanting sex again.

To be continued.